Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael felt so familiar with the girl before him because this blonde, blue-eyed beauty possessed a talent that left a deep impression on him.

That is, through the class cards created by the Ainsworth family using displacement magic, he can resonate with a familiar person in his memory in a way called "Dream Summoning," thereby calling upon the abilities of that legendary hero.

"Buzz buzz!"

Before Samael could think further, the tall girl in golden armor slowly raised her hand, and a series of vortex-shaped golden gates slowly opened, from which countless swords, spears, and halberds emerged, radiating a cold light.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

On the mountain path, the pervasive mist was torn apart by three projected beams of light. The terrifying wind pressure created a sharp explosion. Samael's gaze immediately sharpened. He sheltered Tohsaka Tokiomi behind him, then narrowed his eyes, bent his knees and leaped up. In a somersault, he narrowly avoided the first projected Noble Phantasm. With his right hand, he reversed his grip on the hilt of the sword and with two simple slashes, struck the weak points of the other two Noble Phantasms, eliminating the threat with minimal effort.

"Boom! Boom!"

With two violent explosions, the magical power inherent in the Noble Phantasm was unleashed, and a violent gust of wind howled. Amidst the flashing flames and flying sand, Samael landed unharmed in front of Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"How could this be! The prototype of the Noble Phantasm from the Gate of Babylon, why would you control it? This is impossible!"

On the mountain path, a girl in golden armor stretched out her five fingers forward, sensing that she could not recall the treasure held by the man in front of her. Her blue eyes were filled with deep astonishment and surprise as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Angelica, that’s because you have no idea what 'possibility' means…”

Samael glanced down at the longsword in his hand, which was humming softly and seemed to have fallen silent after a brief resistance. His tone was meaningful, and his face was unfathomable.

As one of the two kings of Uruk and the prototype of the Gate of Babylon's Noble Phantasm, he may not have true authority, but he has handled quite a few. For him, it would be easy to briefly use it a few times in front of this young girl who hasn't even mastered the Gate of Babylon.

However, it really is a tragic fate.

Thousands of years have passed, and the one who almost turned me into soup back then is still you, and the one who's still yelling at me to kill me now is still you...?

The ancient snake looked up at the pair of bulging, eye-catching fat deposits beneath the golden armor and white underwear. Its serious expression almost crumbled, while it inwardly cursed its mischievous friend.

Gilgamesh, you idiot!

Back in the Age of Gods, you never had a chance to fight me. Now that your account has been hacked in the modern era, you still want to oppose me?!

That's right.

The blond, blue-eyed, long-legged man before him, along with the number on his hat and the power he wielded, was none other than the legendary Hero King, his former frenemy, Gilgamesh.

Samael felt a strange unease when he faced the figure before him, who bore a striking resemblance to someone in his memory—a beautiful woman with two eye-catching fat bulges.

Uncontrollable gazes inevitably fall on the female version of the Hero King, and on the parts of her body that are significantly different from those in her memory.

Seemingly triggered by that harassing gaze, Angelica, who had been like a doll, instinctively crossed her arms and quickly retreated.

In an instant, the blonde beauty, regaining her senses, bit her cherry lips tightly with her silver teeth, a feeling of humiliation that had been building up inside her filling her heart.

"Arrogant fool! Shameless!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Enraged, the female version of the Hero Queen immediately stopped and unleashed a barrage of dozens of various magical artifacts, shooting towards her like a meteor shower.

"Tokiomi, hide!"

Samael gave a cold warning, then stomped forward, sweeping the longsword he had borrowed across the air, deflecting the incoming divine weapons one after another. The surging sword light was as dense as mercury spilling onto the ground, blocking all the dangers in front of him and buying time for Tokiomi Tohsaka to move away from behind.

In battles between Heroic Spirits, the Master, as a magician, can only play a simple auxiliary role such as supplying magic power. Since they cannot influence the overall situation and have confidence in each other's Servants, both sides tacitly adopted the prudent approach of standing in the back and watching the battle. Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was pushed to the distance, also took the opportunity to use magic to conceal his aura and protect himself.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

With no worries about the rear, Samael went all out, charging forward towards Angelica with a powerful stomp. His longsword slashed and swirled, creating a cacophony of metal clanging and sparks flying everywhere it passed.

And the distance between the two was rapidly shrinking.

As far as he knew, this member of the Ainsworth family not only had a personality identical to Gilgamesh's before his resurrection, but also inherited his weakness in close combat.

"Buzz!"

However, after several exchanges, the longsword that Samael had been able to control trembled violently, flew out of his hand, and returned to the golden vortex formed by the Gate of Babylon.

Damn, no way, betraying me now?! Are you kidding me?!

Upon seeing the longsword, Samael abandoned the light and returned to darkness, only to find his hand empty and dumbfounded.

"Die! Bugs!"

At the same time, Angelica, whose expression grew increasingly cold, noticed Samael's opening and immediately grabbed the two swords and halberd that appeared behind her, throwing them forward with lightning speed.

With his amazing fighting instincts, Samael kicked the shaft of the halberd, while simultaneously reversing the hilt of his sword and pointing it directly at the tip of the oncoming blade. He also subconsciously shifted his upper body to the side.

But in the end, a longsword came hurtling in from a blind spot in the defense, aimed straight at the ancient serpent's chest and abdomen.

"Longominyad!"

Samael sensed an impending danger and hastily summoned his holy lance to parry.

"boom!"

As the two collided, it was as if a missile had crashed to the ground, with a sharp explosion in the air. The powerful impact created spiderweb-like cracks amidst the flying sand and gravel, and Samael, amidst the flames, was forced back several steps.

Samael planted his holy lance on the ground to stop his momentum, raised his thumb and casually wiped away a drop of blood from his left cheek, glanced at the shards of longswords splattered around him, and then looked at Angelica in front of him with a lingering gaze.

King's Cannon? Fantasy Collapse? I can't believe you could master such a wasteful move without any instruction and use it without hesitation.

It's like a child selling off their father's land without a second thought...

Tsk, as expected, these guys with this color scheme are all big spenders who don't care about money.

As the ancient serpent silently grumbled to itself, just as it was about to utter a few words, the swords, spears, and halberds that emerged one by one from the golden vortex in front of it resonated with joy, as if they were excited to have injured their enemy.

Damn it! No wonder that sword suddenly went out of control. Golden Pikachu, it was you who messed with me!

Seeing this, Samael's lips twitched violently. He cursed his bastard friend in his heart, but his gaze ahead gradually sharpened.

"Hmph! Let's see how long you can struggle!"

Angelica coldly opened her lips, a slightly awkward annoyance appearing on her tense, pretty face. As she swung her right hand down, hundreds of streaks of light that appeared in the sky crashed to the ground without exception, showing no regard for wasting magic power.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor!"

At that moment, Samael roared and charged forward with his gun.

hum!

Where the spearhead pointed, the space became as viscous and heavy as a swamp, and the streams of light formed by nearly a hundred magical artifacts all eerily stopped in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

"hateful!"

As Angelica watched her overwhelming offensive being abruptly halted, her anger surged. She angrily swung her hands down, and the hundreds of swords, spears, and halberds that had been restrained by the Holy Lance's spatial power began to vibrate violently and hum incessantly. Even the inscriptions originally carved on the blades began to flicker and glow, as the gathered ethereal light continuously poured into each of the treasures.

Tsk tsk tsk!

In an instant, hundreds of Noble Phantasms broke free from the Holy Lance's restraints and rained down on Samael like a meteor shower.

Samael wielded his spear with lightning speed. The knight's lance, known for its heavy and simple nature, was as nimble as an embroidery needle in his hands. He slashed and thrust with fluid grace, and as the spear tip stirred, countless magical artifacts either shattered into fragments or flew back with mournful cries, only to be reclaimed by the Gate of Babylon.

However, even though he easily deflected Angelica's attack again, Samael's expression grew increasingly serious.

Something's not right.

Right now, it seems that it's not just that Archer class card that's assisting Angelica in battle. Judging from the seamless switching of attack modes just now, the two seem to be deeply resonating and merging.

Therefore, Angelica became more and more skilled and adept at using the Gates of Babylon.

It feels like my appearance acted as a catalyst, causing Angelica's synchronization rate with that class card to surge dramatically.

Tsk, what a joke about two kings ruling together, what a friendship forged in adversity...

Gilgamesh, and all you wrecked things in the Gates of Babylon, deep down you all still want to fight me.

Now, you've finally caught your chance, haven't you?

Samael realized the crux of the problem and immediately understood that Angelica's current state and faction perfectly matched the desires of the class cards and those Noble Phantasms.

A major war is inevitable.

Since that's the case, if you want war, then let's fight!

The ancient serpent smiled coldly, gazing intently ahead, its vertical pupils opening and closing.

"If you have any tricks up your sleeve, I advise you to use them as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for bullying the weak and not giving you a chance."

"Long-winded!"

Repeated defeats and the restlessness in her heart made Angelica increasingly frustrated. She couldn't help but raise her right hand slightly, and a uniquely shaped Noble Phantasm fell into her palm. It was a spiral-shaped silver-white longsword with intricate incantations engraved on its blue hilt.

Spiral Sword, Caladeboga!

In Celtic mythology, the magic sword wielded by Guts Mark Roy, Cú Chulainn's close friend, is said to possess the powerful force of heavenly thunder, capable of shattering a mountain with a single strike.

Is it finally time to reveal the truly powerful and rare Noble Phantasm from "Gate of Babylon"? It seems they're finally willing to get serious.

Seeing this, Samael nodded slightly, picked up the Holy Lance Rungominiad, and stepped forward.

This was not a favor he bestowed upon Angelica, but rather a courtesy extended to an old friend and to those things behind the Gates of Babylon.

"Seek death!"

Seeing the enemy's arrogance, Angelica felt humiliated and angrily threw forward.

"Boom!"

Instantly, the Karadboga that had been released transformed into a winding trail of silver lightning, causing a sharp crackling sound in the air.

Samael swept his holy lance across the ground, its sharp edge cleaving through the lightning and knocking away the spiral sword hidden within. Immediately afterward, a tingling electric current spread from the blade to his forearm.

However, if the true owner of this sword were to appear, I might be able to take it a little more seriously.

But it was only "slight" numbness. He had experienced both Zeus's thunderbolts and Thor's lightning many times before, so this slight numbness was insignificant.

Samael shook his hand and continued walking.

At this moment, Angelica, under the influence of her class card and numerous Noble Phantasms, was filled with fighting spirit and was on high alert. Before Karadeboga could retrieve them, she threw out four more Noble Phantasms in quick succession.

Samael gazed around, his eyes sweeping over the four streaks of light in turn.

"The sword that cuts through the undead" - Hepar, a famous divine weapon of ancient Greece, is quite insidious. Those struck by it suffer wounds that cannot heal, and it has a powerful special attack effect on the undead. It should be eliminated first.

The "Cursed Sword"—Dassertin—is the cursed sword wielded by King Hegnis of Denmark in the famous medieval Norse mythology epics *The Nibelungenlied* and *The Volsunga*. Legend says this sword carries a great curse, a cursed sword that "once drawn, will not take a life and will not return to its sheath." It can bring endless misfortune and disaster to its wielder, until death. It is also the sword that, according to legend, killed Siegfried, and those struck by this cursed sword will have their lifespan shortened. It symbolizes both honor and destruction.

The Norse curse is infamous throughout the ages of gods, and being afflicted by it is definitely a big problem, so one must be careful.

The "Parasitic Sword"—Mistiltein, also known as the "Evergreen Sword" or the "Silver Oak Sword," is a creature in Norse mythology formed from mistletoe, representing the beginning of Ragnarok, the end of the gods. It originates from the story of Baldr's death.

Legend has it that the goddess Frigg gave birth to twins, Baldr, the god of light, and Hodr, the god of darkness. As the embodiment of light and a symbol of the golden age of the Norse gods, Baldr was handsome and elegant, winning the favor of almost all the Norse gods.

Frigga, fearing for her child's safety, asked everything in the world to swear an oath not to harm Baldr, but she forgot to swear an oath to the mistletoe. Loki, the mischievous god, then tricked the blind god of darkness, Hodr, into throwing the mistletoe at Baldr, thus killing him.

When the mistletoe branch was thrown, it transformed into a sword under the influence of the curse, killing Baldr and thus triggering Ragnarok.

Although Ragnarok was averted due to Samael's intervention, this highly demonic artifact was still created.

Furthermore, just like in the legends, this mistletoe-shaped thing is quite sinister. Once inserted into the body of a deity, it will treat the victim's divine power and life as nourishment, frantically absorbing it until it is drained into a dried-up corpse.

The stronger the divinity of the victim, the greater the threat it poses; it is undoubtedly a god-slaying weapon.

As an exceptional deity and a world serpent born from the Norse pantheon, even if Mistletoe couldn't kill him directly, he was still too afraid of the torture of having his bones and marrow sucked out.

Gram, the "Sword in the Tree," was once a dragon-slaying weapon, incomparably sharp, and also known as the Sun Sword. In the Volsunga Saga, it is the magical sword wielded by Sigurd, the greatest hero of Norse mythology, symbolizing both honor and destruction. It is also the prototype for Caliburn in Arthurian legend. Just as Caliburn is a sword of destiny embedded in stone, Gram is also a sword of destiny embedded in the great tree of King Balseng. Thus, the name "Sword in the Tree" comes to mean "Sword in the Tree."

The legend of the magic sword Gram and its wielder Sigurd is a story adorned with honor and destruction, perfectly befitting the reputation of a great hero.

Legend has it that Siegfried's father, Sigmund, pulled the sword from a tree trunk, which became the catalyst for the creation of Gram. It is said that Siegfried later inherited fragments of the sword from his father and forged Gram, which became a magical sword capable of slaying even dragons.

This thing possesses dragon-slaying properties. For a certain Knight King, it can be considered a natural enemy.

Similarly, Samael, who possesses a plethora of titles such as "Dragon of Britain," "Son of the Evil Dragon Tiamat," and "Great Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns," is truly blessed with a full set of dragon buffs.

Getting stabbed in the head by this thing is definitely not a pleasant experience.

Tsk, I knew it! You bunch of bastards never intended to let me have an easy time!

When Samael saw Angelica, who hadn't even mastered the Gates of Babylon, reach out and pull out three pieces of equipment that were perfectly suited to her profession and had insidious effects, he couldn't help but bulge the veins on his forehead and send a smoky greeting to the prototypes of the Noble Phantasms in the King's Treasury that were eager for battle.

Wait, I'm so angry I'm confused. These guys seem to have no mothers...

Then, it's on your head.

The ancient snake looked up and gazed forward, its malevolent eyes landing on a certain temporary substitute, causing Angelica, who was in the distance, to feel a chill run down her spine and shiver involuntarily.

Meanwhile, as Samael moved forward, his body surged with magical power, and the gathered ethereal light wove into a silvery-white ring, like the wheel of fate.

"Bang bang bang!"

The spear slammed down, and the three powerful Noble Phantasm prototypes, amidst the ear-piercing clash of metal, flew backward with mournful cries, their flames flickering like candles in the wind, and even faint cracks appeared on their blades.

Clearly, this clash has severely weakened the three once-renowned divine artifacts.